Going through old emails I discovered that I had written:
I don’t want to upset people (because I’m weak like that (unless they’re David
Blunkett; he can roast in hell and I’ll toast marshmallows)).
For which I apologise. Sorry, David: obviously you’re not all alone as an outcast in my otherwise pleasant society. Charles Clarke and Tessa Jowell are there with you.
(Tessa, if you’re reading: I know you’re all happy that we’ve got the Olympics, but can we try to prevent a six year drought in British arts funding just a little bit? You could auction your children or something.)